Thompson Ferrier Candle-Cherry Tobacco

He was older, worldly, and carried a confidence that she found impossible to resist.  Lost in a haze of memories that still lingered like the intoxicating scent of his cherry tobacco smoke.  She could still feel the warmth of his hand on hers, the deep, smokey suede fragrance that clung to him, wrapping her in a cocoon of temptation. His confidence was magnetic, pulling her into an affair that she never meant to begin but couldn’t resist. Only he could make her heart race, his whispers of clove and sandalwood igniting a desire she tried to deny, but never truly wanted to escape.